Digital Home of Sleepless Flame and other Extraordinary Cyberpunk and SciFi Tales
Welcome to another guest post for OWS CycCon’t Worldbuilding blog hop! Today I have for you an author of Steampunk Fairytales, and they will be talking about their process creating their fantastical worlds. You can also find a full list of authors and topics on the OWS Cycon website.
Welp. There it is. I actually published a deng book. Sleepless Flame is a thing that exists in reality. Despite being a weaver of words, I don’t exactly have a way to explain my thoughts and feelings. Immersive science fiction worlds, specifically cyberpunk, have always been an extremely important part of my life. It has literally kept me alive these years, and I am so happy to finally breathe mine into existence.
I’ve said before, I don’t have much to be proud of in my life, and I find it very difficult to finish projects. I get discouraged easily and give up. But after seven years, I finally saw something to the end. Huh.
Continue reading SLEEPLESS FLAME BOOK LAUNCH DAY AND ODIN’S BIRTHDAY!!!!
NOTE: This was an older piece from my previous blog. I had been meaning to update it for the longest time, and since it is holiday appropriate, I decided that this was a good a time as any to do so. Enjoy!
Soft chatters of the console panel hummed in harmony with the festive status lights. Peace enveloped the glittering command deck, a rare occurrence this distance away from civilized space. Though the ship ran silent, someone still had to watch over the bridge.
The commander gazed through the stars through the viewport, sipping the only glass of brandy she would allow herself to indulge in while she maintained her post. Even though they looked the same in every quadrant of space, the silent dots of fire soothed her with a comforting nostalgia. She often confided in them on nights like these, hoping to gain their venerable wisdom through fervent concentration. Continue reading The Gift
The panels reverberated violently to the rhythmic thuds of bass. What had started with simple head bobbing evolved gradually into foot tapping. Keystrokes were pressed in harmonic patterns. His fingers fluttered until the silky sound captured his limbs, his arms stirring the air in smooth undulations. Malik was overtaken, his torso swayed as his mind was taken prisoner by the melody, snatched away from the outside world. He glided over to the environmental controls, sliding the light down to a more appropriate darkness.
The slow tempo smoothly transitioned, elevating to a mighty crescendo. Malik slammed into the pilot seat, swiveling the cushion around in circles as he continued to make waves with his arms and shoulders. As the bass shuddered through his skull, a surge of energy coursed through his muscles, causing his movements to grow jagged, violent. The beats repeated, commanding his every move like an auditory puppeteer.
But as the climax descended, the noise relinquished its control of his body. The rhythm slowed to a small series of heartbeats. Malik eased his breath as he gently coaxed the flight settings, pressing buttons and picking at switches in time with each remaining thud. Silence returned, and he reclined in the chair, a self-satisfied smile stretched across his lips.
“I really wish you wouldn’t listen to that garbage while inside me,” Niner-3 piped in.
Continue reading I’d Ship It
Here are some random tidbits of narration that have nothing to do with anything whatsoever. Some of these pieces are also very old and frankly I am ashamed to put them online, but there ya go.
For those of you who are familiar with my current work in progress, you may notice a different dynamic between these two characters. That is because it is set in an earlier place along the timeline. Another book to add to the pile of unfinished garbage I suppose. Anyway, enjoy?
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A scowl tainted Declan’s expression as he opened the door to his flat, the unexpected, expected intruder waiting for him inside.
“What did you get into now?” Declan griped at the armored figure sitting frozen in his chair.
“I have. Your pointy squish-squish,” Nara replied, addressing the little furry creature sitting on her.
“For the last time, that is a cat.” Declan pinched the bridge of his nose. “And I really don’t have the patience for your shit right now.”
“I don’t….understand it.” Nara ignored the doctor’s pleas, tilting her head in bemusement. “So tiny, but hunter?”
“Are you high and drunk again, or just high?” he sighed, grabbing tools from a cabinet nearby.
Continue reading Unwelcome Visitor
This section is dedicated to the journal entries of Matteus Il’Kalut, a traveling body artist from a wandering alien race. These are just fun little excerpts I have decided to write upon the request of fans who enjoyed the character and wanted to learn more about him.
To find out more about Matteus, check out his Character Profile HERE.
Matteus was escorted to the customs office by two heavily armed guards, dressed in intimidating uniforms. They ushered him at a hurried pace, giving him little time to absorb the beautiful scenery.
He approached a pod-like metal building, the illusion of modernism warped by the trees growing on top of roof, spilling their roots over the walls. He couldn’t tell if they were real or fake, but he admired the camouflage they provided amid the jungle.
Journal Entry:
My trip to Vega was beyond fruitful, and I am not just referring to the practice minerals Danin gave me. The Ara’yulthr have had a few run-ins with my race before, and were more than willing to help me learn. I have even been permitted to speak with the scribes to learn more about their art as a style, a rare opportunity never seen by outsiders. It is a shame my brethren skipped over this place on their travels, they have missed a rare gem of knowledge.
These people have a very short period of pre-history. Even at their earliest development, they have recorded their achievements, granted in a more primitive language, but I don’t doubt the scribes can translate. I could literally spend decades here absorbing the books, but I fear the translator would pass out due to lack of breath. However, my guide, Talya, was ever so helpful in answering my questions.
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Matteus was led deep into the forest, heading towards the Qui’isfahr clan primary library. Since this was one of the oldest buildings on the planet, he had high hopes to see some of the Ara’yulthr traditional architecture.
They stopped in front of a mound of rock, which had been conquered by the foliage. Massive tree roots intertwined with their neighbors in an intimate construction, dressed in garments of vines and grasses. At the front of the structure, the roots parted into a hole barely large enough for a small human to climb inside.
Journal Entry:
I have decided to explore Ilrydia for a while. Though modernized, the people have fiercely retained their traditions and practices. The people here were welcoming and hospitable, and they seemed enthusiastic to assist in my studies. With a bit of luck, I may even be able to witness one of their celebrations.
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Matteus walked across the metal slat pier leading from the hangar. It was built to imitate wooden bridges, and its railings detailed with cables mimicking vines entangled in orderly knotwork. The land itself was a marvel, the earth sculpted into gentle hills, and trees burst from the ground at every direction. He could hear birds calling out and echoing in the air, joined by the whisper of leaves shaking in the mild breeze. Continue reading Travels of Matteus: Camo Games
